(feat. Rich Boy) [Chorus:] We got em goin down for the count Lookin down at the ground That's why we got hataz That's why we got hataz Hataz everywhere
can tell he's drippin' dollars (A)so of course, i have to holler... (chorus) 2x (M)hey hey rich boy look my way! (A)hey hey rich boy make my day! (D)hey hey boy
Now ya kno, how dez diamonds got these groupie fallin, nah Fake ballaz need to set yo mah fo put yo money, ah Look here boy i aint stupid i kno they cubin
(feat. John Legend, Lil' Wayne & Nas) [Rich Boy:] Let me take ya through my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting
niggaz!! yall know yall missed dis (Zone 4) Get Money!!(get money!!)New Money(new money!!!) dis whatchu been waitin' on!!!!!!!!(hey!!!!!) [Chorus x2: Rich Boy] Rich Boy
Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!)Just Bought A Cadillac(Throw Some D's On Dat Bitch!!) [Verse 1: Rich Boy] Rich Boy Sellin Crack
grab them thangs, let's get Rich, Boy Pitbull chillin' Rich Boy chillin' What more can I say, let's get millions [Hook: Rich Boy] Now when them boys
a rich girl Rich girl Shes a rich girl (soulja boy tell em) Rich girl Aye oh Aye oh Aye oh Ooooh, yeah, oh She's my rich girl She's my rich girl She'
: (feat. Rich Boy) [Chorus:] We got em goin down for the count Lookin down at the ground That's why we got hataz That's why we got hataz Hataz everywhere
mean The ones I know were racist then But that's all in the past Excuse my not believing you It's happened much too fast Little rich working class oi boy
lyin' eyes And your smile is a thin disguise I thought by now you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin eyes On the other side of town a boy
lyin' eyes. And your smile is a thin disguise. I thought by now, you'd realize There ain't no way to hide your lyin' eyes. On the other side of town, a boy
we set the date, bet these niggas stand me up I?m down to earth like gravity, but man we up Women get around me and they cannot keep their panties up Your boy
't no stopping us now, my nigga [Freck Billionaire:] Ya clip trip, clip spit Get your strip wet I got the rubber grip Smith and my rich sweats Player
is for the way I skeet in they mouth One by one we muttin' 'em out K is for the way Mr. Mixx be cuttin' Man, them other niggas, y'all ain't did nothin
the pump from me We aint free, I'll be damned if I played a chip for a blonde haired blue eyed Caucasian bitch Down with my home boy rich, fuck a snitch
power [Tyson] Coming straight that resides within Go toe to toe with a panther and you just can't win Suffered fame bats suppressed the rest The rich get richer
